Night 52: Stairwell by Waiting Room/Lobby 1

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[From here.]While it was his first time heading up the stairs, Castiel felt no trepidation. Even if he was alone and it was deathly quiet, he was used to unsettling situations and saw no reason to slow his march upward. Though at the sound of footsteps, he did glance over his shoulder for a split second, to see another patient who was taking the

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Roxas shrugged again, unsurprised that the name of that world hadn't exactly triggered any reaction that led to recognition. It was a planet of Nobodies and Heartless and it didn't make sense for anyone who wasn't one of those two to know about it. Pretty much for the best in Roxas's opinion considering how dank and damp and wet it always was. Rain was okay. Constant rain? Not so much, even with a hooded coat. That was just one of the reasons why he'd never spent much of his time there. Awake, at least.

It seemed the pattern of not understanding one another was going to continue though, as Scott referenced a "Hell" that the monster would have come from. The trait of fire-breathing didn't exactly elicit a memory of either Heartless or Nobody, so Roxas was nearly convinced it wasn't either. Having been in the same location for more than a couple of days without hide nor hair of either species - aside from a few assorted Organization members - probably should have been worrisome. But monsters, honest monsters were kind of a breath of fresh air.

For one, he didn't have to worry about releasing hearts.

The thought warmed the Nobody a tiny bit as they cleared the stairway, quietly piling into the entrance of the second floor.

[To here.]